Nostalgic memories of Pamflete Ho's local history

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For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.

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The memories that Mary Impey has voiced bear a resemblance to my own. I have always had a memory from very young of being in some sort of establishment with the panelled walls Mary mentioned and rows of babies' cots and even the sun streaming through the windows. Quite uncanny really and that keeps coming back to me periodically. My early days are a bit of mystery to me as I try to establish the exact date of my ...see more
My Mum and Dad often use to tell me the story of my birth. When my Mum went into labour she was taken to Freedom Fields Hospital, later that day (my Dad walked to the nearest phone box) phoned Freedom Fields Hospital to enquire as to how my mum was, only to be told that she wasn't there and that there had been no record of her being there, my dad could'nt believe what he was being told as he actually took ...see more
I was born in Flete House and adopted very soon after. I have a sort of memory of a large wood panelled room filled with cots, there are windows along one side with the sun streaming through. I wonder if that was the nursery at Flete. I would love to know the story of my birth but I am losing hope that I shall ever know more than my mother's name.